His words had been calm and humble, but he had all-encompassing self-confidence. He had challenged all of the lower level Renhuangs of the Heavenly Mandate Academy.
He had a second-tier Divine Wheel, but any of the lower level Renhuangs of the academy could fight him.
Was it possible that this was the strongest of the people from the Holy Land of Taichu who had come here?
Otherwise, he would not have stepped forward and said the things he had said.
"Or, you can all come out together," said Mu Qingke, his arrogant voice filling the air. All throughout the Heavenly Mandate Academy, everyones hearts beat faster.
He stood there alone; it was as if there was no one else in the academy.
He rode his sword through the air like he was the only person in the world.
Moreover, Mu Qingke was a cultivator from the Holy Land of Taichu.
The other cultivators of the Holy Land of Taichu watched him step forth. Their faces that had previously worn dark looks gradually changed. Now that Mu Qingke was getting involved, they would recover from their earlier loss of face.
They knew why Mu Qingke had used such forceful words. There was but one reason. He wanted to wash away the shame of the previous battle.
The cultivators of Song Imperial City watched this scene with relish. Now that Mu Qingke had drawn his sword, who could withstand it?
The Heavenly Mandate Academy had relied on the strength of Yu Sheng and Gu Dongliu to turn the tide, but in the end, they would be completely crushed by the Holy Land of Taichu. But they would not be as embarrassed if they lost now, as they had already accomplished some impressive feats.
This was one of the strongest members of the Holy Land of Taichu, the master swordsman of the younger generation of the Taichu Sparring Grounds. The people of Song Imperial City had a good reason to have faith in him. With a reputation as mighty as his, he was not merely arrogant.
They had also heard that Mu Qingke had cultivated up to the seventh level of the Taie Sword. That meant that when he reached the upper level of the Renhuang plane, he would certainly achieve great things with that technique. He might even reach the legendary tenth level.
When someone like this came to the Void Realm to crush the Heavenly Mandate Academy, there was no suspense about the outcome.
"How wanton!" said the people of the Heavenly Mandate Academy as they looked up at the figure in the sky. Mu Qingke was far too arrogant. They had already lost several times, beaten by Yu Sheng and Gu Dongliu, and yet they were still so forceful?
The fighting spirit of the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty had been ignited. Seeing how arrogant Mu Qingke was being, it was obvious how they would feel.
The sound of people whispering to each other filled the air. Some of them even wanted to go out and fight him themselves.
"What are they saying?" someone snorted. "They were crushed in the last battle with us, and now they come out with just one person? Where does this arrogance come from?"
"It comes from the fact that they come from the Divine Prefecture," someone said sarcastically.
Mu Qingke ignored the whispered conversations taking place in the crowd in the distance. He was looking at Ye Futian. He had already noticed that the person leading this battle was not Lord Taixuan, but was Ye Futian. It seemed that he was able to directly take charge of many things here at the academy.
Since they had studied the Heavenly Mandate Academy, they naturally knew that Ye Futian was the spirit of the academy.
Moreover, all those who had perfect Divine Wheels were gathered together beside Ye Futian. They were the absolute core of the Heavenly Mandate Academy and the ones that the academy relied on. They were the hope for the future.
Now, they were facing a powerful force that had come from outside. For the time being, they had to rely on the power of their alliances.
Thus, as far as the people from the Holy Land of Taichu were concerned, as long as they could crush them, it would be enough.
Dou Zhao took a slight step forward. Fighting will wrapped around his body. He longed to fight, but in the end, he could bear it. He had lost to Sima Xiao, and this Mu Qingke was clearly stronger than Sima Xiao had been. If he went out, he would be no match.
At that moment, a terrible sword pattern appeared behind Mu Qingke, and the Sword Way of All Heavens wrapped around him, looking indescribably terrifying. Divine sword will swirled all around, making him look like a king of swords.
A sword was unsheathed within the pattern and floated up. It started moving towards where Ye Futian and the others were.
"Careful," said Mu Qingke. As he said this, the people around Ye Futian paid close attention. Several of them took a few steps forward, their Wheels of the Great Path flaring to life and their auras becoming fierce.
Mu Qingke waved his hand and uttered a single word, "Fall."
Lightning flashed through the sky. A sword flew through the air, leaving a slash behind it. It moved so quickly it seemed to ignore all distance between it and its target, as well as the time it would take to get there.
But at the moment that the sword came out, someone slashed out with their own sword. A beam of green, incomparably brilliant sword light bloomed, destroying everything in its path.
Bang! There was a loud noise as a burst of Sword Qi came forth, blooming in front of Ye Futian and the others. A terrible storm of swords appeared above them. They all put forth their powerful will to block the sword will, but there was still a sharp cracking sound, and many of the cultivators robes were torn to shreds.
A figure was knocked backward thousands of meters. Ye Futian and the others looked back to see who it was. It was the Princess of the Nantian Divine Kingdom: Nan Luoshen.
Nan Luoshen had a second-tier Divine Wheel. But in the face of that sword, she was still forced to retreat. This showed how powerful the sword was.
It ignored the space between them and seemed to move in no time at all. Its speed was truly astonishing.
And it was not only fast, but it was overpowering as well.
Nan Luoshen was one of the top figures of the Heavenly Mandate Academy. She was one of the few cultivators who had proved herself worthy of creating a perfect Divine Wheel back in the Gods Relic. However, even someone as strong as her had been knocked back by that sword. Mu Qingke was frighteningly powerful.
Moreover, this seemed to just be an ordinary sword of his.
No wonder he dared to challenge all the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Academy together. With such exquisite swordsmanship, he could ignore their advantage in numbers. Who could compete with a sword like that?
Who could block it?
Mu Qingke took a step forward and looked at everyone from the Heavenly Mandate Academy, saying, "If no one comes forth, I will keep unleashing my sword."
When he said this, his sword will surged terribly. It flowed through the sky, pressing down on Ye Futian and the others.
Who could fight him?
All throughout the Heavenly Mandate Academy, everyones eyes fell upon a single figure, the white-haired young man. He would probably have to go out and fight.
He was the core of the Heavenly Mandate Academy, its soul. He had already proved his combat ability. Xiao Muyu had been willing to become his disciple, and Dou Zhao and others had followed her. Even Emperor Nan had sent his daughter, Nan Luoshen, to the Heavenly Mandate Academy to cultivate.
Who besides him would dare to go out and fight?
When Ye Futian sensed that sword, he understood. He was the only one who could fight Mu Qingke. There was no one else.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate. He directly stepped forward towards Mu Qingke.
Seeing him come, Mu Qingke fittingly did not send out his sword again, but stood there calmly, watching the figure before him. The slender, white-haired figure with a white, unstained robe was handsome and heroic-looking.
He was called the strongest cultivator of his generation in the Void Realm.
"Ye Futian," said Mu Qingke to the figure now standing before him. When he had come to the Void Realm, he had heard that name many times. He was the representative of his generation. He had built the Heavenly Mandate Academy himself, making it one of the top forces in the Void Realm. Even the Holy Land of Taichu wanted to replace it.
"Yes, I am Ye Futian," answered Ye Futian. The two of them seemed very friendly with each other. There was not a hint of enmity between them.
Mu Qingke smiled and nodded, saying, "I am Mu Qingke of the Holy Land of Taichu."
As he said this, the sword pattern behind him expanded in a flash, spreading throughout the sky. In the next instant, brilliant light bloomed up in the air. Golden rays shone forth, covering a vast area. Each ray seemed to be made of sword will. At that moment, Ye Futian was bathed in golden light. He felt like he was standing amidst an endless sea of swords.
Ye Futian looked up into the sky. He could feel many different kinds of powers of the Great Path there: the Gengjin Great Path, the Great Path of Space, and more were integrated into that sword will.
Mu Qingke flew up into the sky until he stood under the huge sword pattern. He looked down, staring at Ye Futian, and said, "I am going to draw my sword."
Ye Futian nodded. The sound of elephants trumpeting filled the air. A golden Divine Elephant appeared over his body. At the same time, countless guqin strings appeared in the air, intertwining until they seemed to form a guqin. Music played out along with the sounds of swords.
Mu Qingke reached out. The endless golden light gathered together, forming a golden divine sword in the sky. He grabbed the sword, then slashed it down through the air. At that moment, the golden light cut through the void, falling downwards.
Suddenly, the sky was cut into countless different sections by the golden light as it slashed towards Ye Futian.
Ye Futian reached out and plucked his fingers in the air. Suddenly, the endless strings shook, whipping up a terrible storm of Sword Qi. Endless swords cut through the air in time with the music. It seemed to be the same sort of power as his opponents.
The two forces slammed together in mid-air, forming a terrible, destructive airflow. The golden sword will seemed to become even more powerful as it broke through layers and layers of defenses around Ye Futians body. The Taie Sword that Mu Qingke had launched was coming straight towards him as well. It would reach him in an instant.
Ye Futian stepped through the air. The elephant trumpeted, making the earth and the heavens shake. He pointed, and the music seemed to swell. The Great Path flowed backward around his body, forming a storm of Sword Qi that coalesced into a divine sword that shattered his opponents power.
It was the Fleeting Divine Sword. Once it was formed, the Great Path would flow backward.
The two beams of sword light crashed together. Rays of destructive light swept out in all directions like a curtain. All the powerful figures put out their hands, forming powerful defensive spells to block the destructive sword will leaking out.
The man from the Holy Land of Taichu looked down at Ye Futian. His fist sword had been blocked. This glorious hero from the Void Lands was truly a good fighter.
Of course, that had only been his first sword.
"Not bad!" Mu Qingke praised him as he stood there up in the air, bathed in golden light. He seemed to admire Ye Futians swordsmanship. The Fleeting Divine Sword had turned aside his stroke. This was very rare.
But the sword will around him grew stronger, and the light from the Taie Sword in his hand lit up the sky!